- It's really weird being on Hoosick St in Troy as a destination. It's the road to VT! I debated taking a side-trip up there but I got the roadtripping out of my system, and there was no good way to pull it off unless we went up Sunday. Ann and I spent Sunday lazy.
- Saturday I got to try on a silly costume at Ann's work in preparation for an April Fool's plot. We have ridiculousness planned. Should be fun.
- I fought at the fighter practice for a little bit. Enough to get whacked really solidly on the arm by a Calmacil, and remember that I don't like getting hit. And then, as I watched it bruise up to this lovely and colorful 1.5"x1" mess during the FP, I remembered that I hate being hit by Calmacil. They hurt!
- Ann and I went out to the Beergarten Saturday night with Zach, Pat, Steve, and Steve's friend Dan. It was loud and the boys kept throwing peanut shells into each others' imported German beers. The night was better when we went back to Zach's dorm (a suite) and played an improvised version of Scribblish. I haven't laughed until my stomach hurt in a while.
- Ann's mom made us a delicious roast chicken dinner, and apple pie for Pi Day. I had not been aware of Pi Day before, and since my first exposure was "I made this pie for Pi Day tomorrow," I thought it was actually Pie Day. Well, it's a good holiday.
- The DOT "guys" are mostly 15-30 years older than me, and they have the traditional mentality that it's not polite to swear around young ladies. When I went out to a pub with them last night for dinner they said "Sorry, Julie" like some new sort of punctuation. The thing is, they aren't saying anything very bad; I wouldn't have noticed if they weren't saying sorry afterward.
- I have heard lots of funny and interesting stories this week from people I don't know well that I want to write down, but I have to go to class now. It's a good week for me - I'm feeling chatty, when it's usually hard for me to chatter to strangers.
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